Dyed by Life and Death

A cold woman who will do anything to survive.

A silent, long-suffering mafia boss.

A conspiracy destined from the very beginning.

One scheme leads to another. In the end, who will be the first to lose their heart?

How can love change a fate that has already been decided?

How can devotion to love warm the heart and heal all that is cold?

I am Yang Qi, bound to life and death. One thought leads to heaven, another to hell.

I'm not heartless. I've just forgotten, after so long, how a heart beats and what it means to fall in love.

A sports car raced at full speed, kicking up clouds of dust as it surged forward.

Inside the car, a young man in white stopped the black-haired woman's movement. "I've planted a bomb there. If Corleone dies this time, neither of us will have to endure the torment of those injections anymore. You..."

Before the man could finish, the woman had already leaned halfway out the window.

The man roared, "Do you want to die?!"

The woman looked back at him. "No. Corleone matters!" Her short black hair streamed wildly in the wind, and her face was unexpectedly gentle.

Only now did she realize how important that man was to her.

Dudao leaned against the window facing the street. No matter how noisy it was below, none of it could reach her. Her silver hair danced down to her waist. Dudao's brows curved, her expression so sorrowful it made one tremble. She didn't know how much time had passed. Perhaps an eternity. At last, Dudao spoke softly. "You always hated it when I got jealous... Why haven't you come back yet?"

The man looked at the silver-haired woman before him and frowned. "I don't know you."

A few days later, the woman passed in front of him again. He called out to her, his voice so light and gentle, as if he were speaking while stepping on droplets of water. His words stirred her heart. "I love you."

Love at first sight is fate. When we meet again, I still remember.

The street-facing window let the comfortable afternoon sunlight pass through its thick glass and fall without hesitation across the man's face, outlining him like the sun god.

The silver-haired woman across from him folded her hands, her expression utterly calm. "Corleone, I don't see the point in carrying on like this." The man suddenly stood, his chiseled face drawing close to hers. His gaze was unfathomable as he lowered his voice. "Don't think I'll let you go." He turned and started to leave.

But the woman's voice behind him made him stop. "So... what I'm saying is..." The man turned around.

She broke into a broad smile, warm light shining in her eyes. "Why don't you propose to me?"

...A blurb for a story that's not fluffy, with a strong hero and heroine, set in the modern mafia world...

You've figured it out, haven't you... It's really just a healing story dressed up as dark fiction. I'm Healing Chuan, nice to meet you all~

[This story is entirely fictional. Everything in it is the author's own imagination.]